By The Train.

STATUS: ON-GOING

It was around 6 years ago, where we locked eyes above the grounds of Fukuoka.
We raised hands while we bid farewells upon one and another for the very last time.

''In another time, Izuki,'' I recall you beamed, tears welling up on your eyelids.

However, things took a dark turn that twisted our supposed destiny.

(Elements regarding violence and swearing are expected in this novel. If triggered by what are mentioned,
you are welcomed to step back.)